Chapter 122 I'll Just Consider It as Being Bitten by a Dog
Inside the car, only Seraphina's distressed voice filled the air.
She went from angry to just sobbing.
The person on the other end of the phone must've been freaking out, but Seraphina wouldn't say where she was.
Finally, she hung up.
After hanging up, she slumped against the car window like a lost puppy, looking utterly pitiful.
The car pulled up to the Everhart mansion.
Dashiell got out first. Even after he opened the door, Seraphina didn't budge.
The car was a private ride from the Astralium Empire, meant for guests.
Seraphina's refusal to get output the driver in a tough spot.
Dashiell hesitated but eventually opened the door on Seraphina's side.
She was slumped against the seat, eyes closed, tears still clinging to her lashes, yet she seemed to be sleeping peacefully.
Sometimes, Dashiell thought Seraphina was heartless. Other times, way too sensitive.
Dashiell carried Seraphina into the mansion.
She squirmed a bit, and just when Dashiell thought she might wake up, she settled down, finding a comfy spot in his arms.
It was midnight.
The Everhart mansion was dead silent.
Dashiell carefully went upstairs, trying not to make a sound. He placed Seraphina on her big bed.
Just as he was about to leave, Seraphina suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck.
She opened her eyes, her gaze hazy. "Do you want to kiss me?" she asked.
Dashiell's Adam's apple bobbed.
"I really want to kiss you," Seraphina whispered, her voice and demeanor so tempting it was hard to resist.
Dashiell clenched his fists.
His eyes flickered as he watched Seraphina, who, using the strength of her arms around his neck, lifted her head, bringing her lips closer to his.
Dashiell's heart raced. His mind went blank.
He could only feel Seraphina's soft lips, tinged with the scent of alcohol, kissing him.
At first, they just lightly touched. Gradually, her lips parted, and she deepened the kiss.
The room's temperature began to rise.
It was unclear who was holding back or who was taking the lead. Their bodies intertwined heavily.
"Sebastian..." Seraphina murmured, calling out someone else's name. A name that wasn't Dashiell's.
All of Dashiell's impulses vanished. Not even a spark left. His burning body turned cold instantly.
He pulled away from Seraphina.
She seemed a bit dissatisfied, calling out again, "Sebastian..."
"I'm not Sebastian," Dashiell said coldly.
Seraphina was still in a daze, as if she hadn't heard him.
"I'm Dashiell," he reminded her.
The name Dashiell instantly jolted Seraphina. Her hazy eyes suddenly focused.
Then she clearly saw the man in front of her, standing by her bed and adjusting his clothes.
So, she wasn't dreaming just now. She actually kissed Dashiell!
Her memory was stuck on the scene of her drinking to drown her sorrows and then dancing at the club. She had no clue how she left like she had amnesia. She vaguely remembered calling Sebastian but didn't recall what she said. Since she had called Sebastian, she naturally assumed the person with her just now was him.
Dashiell finished dressing and turned to leave.
He didn't need to see Seraphina's face to know how disgusted she'd be once she realized it was him.
He had taken advantage of her. So, he accepted all of Seraphina's disgust without offering any explanation.
"Dashiell!" Seraphina suddenly called out.
Dashiell paused but didn't turn around.
"Don't tell anyone about tonight!" Seraphina warned.
"Okay," Dashiell agreed immediately.
"I'll just consider it being bitten by a dog. I won't take it to heart," Seraphina said harshly.
Dashiell nodded and walked out.
Seraphina watched Dashiell's back, feeling extremely angry. How did she end up in bed with Dashiell?
"Ugh!" Seraphina felt a wave of nausea.
She didn't know if it was Dashiell making her sick or the alcohol.
She quickly got out of bed and rushed to the bathroom. Then came the sound of her gut-wrenching vomiting.
At that moment, Dashiell came in to return her phone.
When he carried her, her phone was in her hand, and he was worried she might drop it, so he took it and put it in his pocket. He now returned it to her and heard her vomiting in the bathroom.
How disgusted must she be with him to vomit so painfully?
He indifferently put down the phone and left, closing the door behind him.
He returned to his room, and as he entered, Dashiell's eyes flickered when he saw Magnolia sitting on his sofa, clearly waiting for him. Her expression was not good.
Dashiell's face remained calm. "It's late. Why aren't you asleep?"
"Do you still like Seraphina?" Magnolia asked him.
Dashiell didn't answer.
"After all these years, you still can't forget her?" Magnolia's face turned cold.
"No," Dashiell denied. "I only see her as my sister."
"You see her as your sister, then why did you end up in bed with her?" Magnolia's voice rose significantly. She had clearly seen what had happened.
"I didn't have sex with her," Dashiell denied.
"If she hadn't called out Sebastian's name, can you guarantee you wouldn't have had sex with her?" Magnolia asked.
"I'm a man. Any woman who seduces me could make me lose control!" Dashiell's voice rose.
Magnolia's eyes narrowed.
"It's late. You should go to bed," Dashiell said, regaining his composure in the next second.
Magnolia looked at Dashiell, held back her anger, and stood up from the sofa. As she left, she said, "Seraphina isn't worth your love."
"I know," Dashiell replied, thinking, 'I know. I shouldn't love her at all.'
Magnolia left Dashiell's room.
As she left, she caught a glimpse of a door at the end of the hallway suddenly slamming shut.
Seraphina took a deep breath. She had almost been discovered.
At that moment, she leaned against the door, suddenly feeling angry.
Why did she feel like a guilty thief? She hadn't meant to eavesdrop on their argument!
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